09x03 - She's Back

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Last time on Dynasty:

- I think it's a homicide.
- The coroner will figure that out.

- And we found this.
- That's my aunt's.

Okay, let's widen the search.

- Is that the man?
- Yeah, that's him.

- I don't think that'd be a good idea.
- What have you done with my wife?

- Mr. Carrington.
- Answer me.

Steven to Dad.

Baby brother's bi-annual bye-bye.

Don't worry, Steven

I'll mind the store.

- Dex, I need help.
- Heh, you bet you do.

No, I really do.
I've been through a hell of a lot

and I've finally come to realise that you
are the only man that I can really trust.

Oh, Dex, please.

After all we've meant to each other
you can't abandon me now.

Are you the woman
who called here earlier?

- Well, I want to talk to her.
- Daddy, what's going on?

- Krystle's in Ohio?
- In Dayion. It's her home town.

The woman said she was her cousin.
Call the airport.

Tell them to get the plane ready.

Aah!

Ooh, whoops.

Sable.

Hello, darling.
Good Lord, it's been a long time.

Not long enough.

Your information
was surprisingly accurate.

Alexis is in Los Angeles.

Now, listen, I want you to find out
what that witch is doing here

and how long she's staying.

And where she's staying.
Would you do that for me?

She looks so peaceful.

Imagine her talking
about k*lling someone.

- What did you say?
- She said something

about running away from a lake
and there had been a fight there

and she k*lled a man.

- Near the lake?
- Uh-huh.

But it's ridiculous.
I mean, Krystle committing m*rder?

Krystle?

Krystle?

Krystle?

You were sleeping so soundly
I didn't want to wake you.

What's the matter?

You look so wonderful to me.

Ah, I was so frightened this morning
waking up in this strange house.

I couldn't imagine
what I was doing here.

Well, you came to show Blake Dayton
and to meet your little cousin.

And I couldn't be happier.

Yeah, but why couldn't I remember?

Well, you were very tired, you know?

I told her it was probably the pills.

Yeah, the headaches have gotten
so bad I guess I took too many.

You never were very good
at arithmetic.

You know, if these headaches
are not getting any better

maybe it would be a good idea
if we went to the doctor.

- Oh, I'm fine.
- No, no.

Maybe it's being back here.

Dayion, Ohio.

Not the vacation capital of the world,

but we did invent the cash register.

That's right. And you know what?

I'm gonna take you out
and show you the house I grew up in,

and the church we went to
and Fairmont High School.

Whoa, whoa.

Heh, well, I still think it would be
a good idea if we went to the doctor.

No, I'm fine, honestly.

You're not gonna get out of this
that easily. I'll be right back.

- She's so...
- Normal?

Yes, and I hate lying to her.

You're not.

You' re just protecting her
from things she doesn't need to know.

Not yet anyway-

- Did you get any sleep last night?
- Oh, yes. Yes, I'm fine.

It's so hard to comprehend.
One day she's in pain and now...

You'll see the doctor, find out for sure.
But how about you?

Oh, I'm all right.

And she didn't say anything
about her nightmares?

Uhn-uhn. Nothing this morning.

And she didn't say anything more
about going out to the lake

- or k*lling somebody?
- Nope.

No more hallucinations.

Hey, come on, hurry up.
We've got a lot to see.

Thank you, Lisa.

In more civilized times,

gentlemen fought duels
over their women.

So tell me,
why didn't you sh**t Hamilton Stone?

I hate the smell of gunpowder
before breakfast.

Hmm.

These your bodyguards?

Am I in the need of protection?

Oh, not from me.
I only hunt big game.

Besides, you've already
been sh*t down by my cousin.

Took off with Hamilton Stone,
did she?

Now, how did you know that?

Did you make a bed check
this morning?

Not that it surprises me.

Alexis always has had the loyalty
of a streetwalker.

No, ah, it's Hamilton
that I'm furious with.

- Oh, yeah?
- I can't see why he's interested in her.

He always looks to the future,

and God knows,
she's a relic from the past.

Heh, you're a regular saint,
aren't you?

Worried about Stone,
worried about me.

What are you doing here, Sable?

Or do you always come to exercise
rooms dressed in full regalia?

You fascinate me.

You're a very attractive man,
not unintelligent,

probably the finest specimen
in my cousin's collection.

And I am curious

to see if there isn't something
we could do for one another.

That is a long sh*t.

I'm just trying to understand
what a man like you

wants to make a career

out of shepherding a woman like that
around for.

Because that woman
is the only one that's never bored me.

Really?

Oh, yes.

Now, I am terribly sorry

to have, uh, kept you.

- Kept me from what?
- Heh. From leaving.

Oh, yes, I'd hate to keep you
from your pumping.

Oh, boy.

I got the impression from her
that you two used to be very close.

Yeah, well,
she was my baby cousin.

When she was a kid,
she was around the house all the time.

Her, uh, mother
wasn't exactly the maternal type.

What do you mean?

Well, uh, she loved
to have a good time.

She wasn't around very much.

Virginia was pretty close to her dad,

but when he d*ed,
she kind of raised herself.

Hmm.

Well, with all she's been through,

maybe that's why she has
such a remarkable grasp on life.

She always did.

Even as a child
we always called her the old soul

because she, uh, always
had these amazing insights

into what you were thinking
and feeling.

She was usually right.

Well, I hope we see more of her.

That would be nice.

You mean to tell me
that you used to play around here?

Yeah. Every day.
Great neighbourhood, huh?

Oh, I have a feeling...

Blake, there it is.

- That's it?
- Heh, yeah.

I don't believe it.

Welcome to my palace.
Oh, Blake, it used to be beautiful.

With grass everywhere
and flowers, oh.

You know, I never told a soul about it.
Not even Virginia.

You mean,
you kept this all to yourself?

Uh-uh, no, no. I'm sorry, darling.
It's a wonderful palace.

You don't mean that.

Come on. Let's go inside.

- If we can.
- Yeah. Wow.

Oh, look.
Somebody's been here, heh.

Yeah, who's been sitting
in my chair?

- Well, that's cute.
- This is really very nice and cosy.

Wait. Where was it?

- What?
- Where was it? Where was it?

What are you looking for?

Oh, I know.

Wait.

What are you doing?

Buried treasure.

I can't believe it. After all these years.

- What is it? Ls it yours?
- Look, heh, look.

Oh, it's here.

My heavens.

It's a music box.

Yes.

- Your orchestra?
- Yes.

My dance.

You know something,
we could take this home with us.

- This shed?
- Mm-hm, for Kristina.

We could dismantle it
and then put it up out at the lake.

You go out there often, don't you?

- To the lake? It's been a while.
- Really?

You mean you haven't been out
there recently?

- No, no. Not for months.
- You're sure?

Of course. Heh.

That was a long time ago.

Blake, let's not take this home.

You're right, darling.

This house belongs
to another little girl.

I love you so much.

- Nice of you to join us.
- Yeah, well, I had to make a stop.

Man, you're gonna be late
for your own funeral.

- What do you got here?
- A Danish.

- I can see that. What kind?
- Cheese. It's cheese.

You know I don't like cheese.

Wait a minute. Let me think.
Did I buy this for you?

No, I don't think so. In fact,
I'm pretty sure I bought this for me.

Right. You always do that.

Now, do I ever buy just one Danish?
No. I always bring one back for you.

- Every time.
- You're a good person. Here hold this.

Three sugars? When did you start
putting three sugars in your coffee?

- It's disgusting.
- What, are we married?

What did you get on the car?

The report just came back
from the lab.

The mud definitely came
from the area around the lake.

- What about the tires?
- It was almost too easy.

The lady has some special kind
of tires on her car.

Left a beautiful set of prints.
No question the car was there.

Yeah, well, that's what we figured.

What about the inside?

- They get anything we could use?
- Well, they're still checking on that.

But I got something.

Yeah, you gonna tell me
or you want me to guess?

A witness, Zorelli.
We got us a witness.

And they're holding him for us now.

- And he saw it go down?
- Close enough.

Come on, Richards.
Either he saw it go down or he didn't.

The guys says he saw Krystle
Carrington running from the lake.

And he knows Krystle Carrington?

So he saw her picture
in the newspaper once. I don't know.

Come on in and talk to him, Zorelli.
I think we got us a suspect.

I, uh...

I'm gonna try to get her to Los Angeles
sometime tomorrow.

There's a particular doctor there
who's aware of her situation.

Call me as soon
as you know anything.

- I will.
- I'm worried about you.

Well, it's been something of a strain
carrying the secret all that time

with no one to talk to,

but I'm very grateful to you, Virginia.

Don't be silly.

Look, I shouldn't call you.

I don't want my cousin
to think I'm worried.

But if you ever need to talk,
day or night...

Maybe I'll take you up on that.

You've been wonderful. Thank you.

- Okay, I'm ready.
- Oh.

You are the luckiest woman
in the world.

I never met a man so much in love.

You remember your promise.
We expect to see you in Denver.

As soon as I can.

- Here you go.
- Oh, thank you.

- Okay, I think we're all set.
- No, not quite.

I want a picture of my family.

Oh, all right, heh.

Okay, stand together.

Here, here we go.
Would you mind...?

Would you mind taking a picture of the
three of us, please? The whole family.

All right. Everybody ready?

What is it?

Mr. Carrington.

I heard about the trial.
I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Well, it's just a temporary setback.

Yeah,
but you deserved a better verdict.

The game isn't over yet.

What's on your mind?

Mr. Carrington,
with your brother leaving the firm,

I'm sure I'll be replaced.

So I've just been putting things
in order...

Steven's leaving?

You didn't know?

Oh, God.

He said it was personal,
but I just assumed that he told you.

He never tells me anything.

Heh, and I just did. I can't believe it.

- Where is he going?
- I think I'd better let him tell you that.

Steven's always been pretty discreet
about his activities.

He must have trusted you.

He knew he could.

- Heh.
- Until now, of course.

I can't believe
I just sh*t my mouth off like that.

I am very loyal
to the people I work for.

I'm sure you are.

You have to be
in a business like this.

And, Mr. Carrington, heh,
I never, never do what I just did.

You know, Claire, these projects
Steven was working on,

they're company projects now.

Of course. I have them computerized
and cross-indexed.

Mm-hm.

I'm sure you have a pretty good
working knowledge of them?

Yeah. There isn't much
your brother did that I wasn't aware of.

Mm-hm. What are your plans now?
Got another job lined up?

No, but that won't be much
of a problem.

I'm sure it won't.
I bet you're a pretty good secretary.

Assistant. And, yes, I am.

Well, unless you're in a big hurry,
why don't you stay on here for a while?

I'm going to be needing
a new assistant myself.

Maybe we should try each other out.

Well, what about Natalie?

Oh, we'll find something else
for Natalie to do.

- Welcome back.
- Well, thank you.

- Excuse me, ma'am. That's trash.
- So is this.

The gate just called. Blake and Krystle
are on their way. Where's Adam?

Probably at the office making
arrangements for his coronation.

- Did you bring Krystle's diary?
- No.

- Why not?
- Because I didn't.

I'm going upstairs to get Kristina.

- Trouble in paradise?
- Knock it off.

Well, there you are, Kristina.

Guess what. Your mommy's here.

- Is she all right?
- Of course she's all right.

She can't wait to see you.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Mommy.
- Hi.

Mommy.

Kristina.

Oh, hello, sweetheart I missed you.

- Oh.
- Where did you go? You scared me.

Did I? Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

Please don't' leave me again.
Please.

Darling, I won't. I promise.

Oh, Mommy loves you.
She'll never leave you again.

Okay, Clarence, one more time.

Sparky. I told you
my buddies call me Sparky.

You're sure this is the lady,
Clarence?

Yeah, yeah. That's her.
Hey, oh, she...

Oh, ah, well... Well, you see,
she was running around all crazy-like,

hollering and yelling.

Scared the hell out of me.

Yeah, yeah. I'll bet. Did you have,
maybe a couple of drinks

- to calm your nerves down, Clarence?
- Well, I had a taste.

Was this before or after
you saw Mrs. Carrington?

Yeah, before and after.

Good. We got that nailed down.

Stick around, Clarence.
We'll need to take your statement.

HEY. I'm happy here.

- So, what do you think?
- I think if we lit a match

next to old Sparky in there,
we'd blow up the entire police station.

Come on,
that's not what we're asking.

What are you, his mouthpiece?
We go easy on this one.

What do you mean, go easy?

We've got this lush on one side

and Mrs. Blake Carrington
on the other.

Okay. We got tire tracks,
we got a scarf.

We gotta go pick her up.

Mrs. Blake Carrington
versus one wino.

No, we don't gotta just go pick her up.

Well, we at least gotta
pay her a visit.

Good, Lyons, very good.

Did you ever think
about becoming a cop?

Yes, the Atkinsons
have moved out of Denver.

With my child.
And you didn't try to stop them.

- They got a court order.
- Get it revoked.

Look, they have legal custody
until we can turn it around.

Tell me about the appeal.

- It's going to take a while.
- Ha-ha-ha, the wheels of justice.

- In the meantime...
- Lean on him.

I beg your pardon?

Atkinson. He's weak.
He can be bought.

Adam,
I think I understand your position.

I think I understand
what you're going through.

Maybe if I were in the same...

I'm not asking you
to do anything illegal.

Just give him an opportunity
to self-destruct.

Jesse has a lot of talent in that area.

I'm sorry, Adam.

I'm a lawyer. And so are you.

If you want my advice...

From the man whose firm lost
my son? I don't want your advice.

I want my son back.

- This is not the way to do it.
- All right, Dennis, you tell me.

Did the system work for me?

Did that judge give a damn
about my rights?

I want you to help me.

I can't, Adam. Not on your terms.

You know, it would be a shame

if word got around that you were afraid
to handle a tough case.

- That sounds like a thr*at.
- No.

No, just a reminder

of whom you're working for.

Think about it, Dennis.

Consider the options.

This meeting is over.

What them?

You were getting too much sun.

- What would I do without you?
- Ha-ha-ha.

Is this your idea of a peace offering?

No, but this is.

It's the least I could do
after interrupting your work.

Anything else, Mrs. Colby?

No, I think we can manage,
thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, where were we?

You can tell a lot about a man
by the way that he eats.

Sable,

what do you want?

I told you.
To become better acquainted.

Really?

Well, there are these rumours.

Which ones?

You know, that Colbyco
is on the verge of collapse.

And that Alexis' dear departed

helped himself
to a fortune in petty cash.

Well, you seem to know
a lot about her business.

We're family. I'm concerned for her.

Something very interesting must have
happened between the two of you.

No.

Actually, we've shared a special bond
since childhood.

What's that?

- Loathing?
- That's the bond.

You see, Alexis is a fraud,
and she hates me for knowing it.

Whatever you think Alexis is,

at least she's out there
making things happen for herself.

- What, pray tell, do you do?
- Oh.

I dabble in things.

- Ari, some other investments.
- Hmm.

- Doesn't sound like much.
- Might surprise you.

You don't find it strange

that none of us have really talked
to Krystle since she's been back?

I mean, people don't just disappear
into the middle of nowhere

without some sort of explanation.

Some people do.

Some people go off in spaceships.

Sammy Jo, please.

Fallon, they're both very tired,

and when Blake wants
to tell us something, he will.

Well, I'm certainly glad
the rest of the world

doesn't share your driving curiosity.

Fallon, give it a rest, please.

Blake doesn't even know
about Steven yet.

What about Steven?

I've been trying to reach him.
Where is he?

Somebody say something.
Something wrong?

Nothing, it's just, Steven's fine.
He's just...

- Just what?
- He's gone, Daddy.

He left me a letter.

He wanted to start living his own life
and didn't want anyone to worry.

Worry? I'm furious.
He didn't even say goodbye.

Wait a minute, Fallon.
Steven may have left Denver,

but that doesn't mean
that he's left the family.

Of course not.
When he wants to, he'll call us.

Well, we were afraid
about how you would take this.

Me? I think it's great.

I'm very proud of him.

Excuse me, dinner is sewed.

Well, I don't understand.

Now, if Steven left the letters
at the house,

how did you end up getting them?

Actually, Fallon was nice enough
to bring it over.

Me? Nice? There goes my image.

But what I don't understand
is how did the letters get b*rned?

How do letters ever get b*rned.

You drop them on the stove,
you rub two Boy Scouts together,

or maybe somebody
put a match to them.

Oh, come on, Fallon.
Who would do something like that?

Oh, I don't know.

- Hello, Adam.
- Sorry, I'm late.

No problem.

Do you think that somebody
intentionally b*rned them?

I'd like to hear what Adam thinks.

- Excuse me?
- Steven left two letters,

mysteriously b*rned.

- What letters?
- Oh, you know damn well what letters.

And you b*rned them.

When did you dream that up?

Come on, Adam. You've always
tried to make Steven look bad.

But this is pathetic,
even by your standards.

- Fallon.
- It's all right, Dad.

I should have known who was behind
this little fantasy.

- Please stop.
- Maybe Steven b*rned them himself.

Maybe he decided
he didn't want to give them to you.

Well, you got what you wanted.

All right, now that's enough.

By the process of elimination,
you're finally the favourite son.

- I don't have to take this.
- I said that's enough.

I don't want to hear
about those letters.

If Adam said that he didn't do it,
he didn't.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

- It's all right.
- What happened?

- It's all right.
- I don't know what happened to me.

I'm sorry. There's a police officer
at the door to see you.

He says it's about the body they found
at the about the lake.

Well, tell him I'll be with him
in a minute.

He says he wants to talk
to Mrs. Carrington.

To me?

I don't understand. Why do the police
want to see me about a body?

You stay here
and I'll find out what they want.

Why don't we go
to the Conservatory.

- Blake?
- Krystle.

- Please, let me handle it.
- No. I want to know what they want.

- Evening.
- Mr. and Mrs. Carrington,

Sergeant John Zorelli,
Harmon Springs Homicide.

- Sorry to barge in like this.
- What can I do for you?

Actually, Mr. Carrington,
I need to speak to your wife.

Mrs. Carrington
is not feeling very well.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
This won't take long.

- L just have a couple of questions.
- What would you like to know?

He wants to know about
an accident out at the lake.

Well, Mr. Carrington, I don't think
we could call it an accident anymore.

- I think we're looking at a m*rder.
- m*rder?

It looks like it.

And, Mrs. Carrington,
um, I was wondering,

you do go out to the lake quite a bit.

- Did you see anything at all?
- Sergeant.

We've already discussed this.

- I haven't been to the lake.
- Then I'm really confused.

Because you see, we matched tire
tracks at the lake to your car.

Yes, but, my wife's car was stolen.
You know that.

Yes, sir, I do, and that's the thing.

Because witnesses who saw
the guy break into the vehicle

said it was already covered in mud.

And then there's this scarf.

This is yours,
isn't it, Mrs. Carrington?

Yes.

Sometimes the head
plays funny tricks.

Happens to me all the time.
But try to remember.

Maybe you saw this guy
hanging around.

Maybe he was with people you didn't
like the looks of so you took off.

Sergeant, I'd like to help you, but I...

She's already told you
that she wasn't out there.

There must be other explanations
for tire tracks and the missing scarf.

Nope. None that I can think of.

What is it you want, Sergeant?

Mrs. Carrington,
I really hate to ask you this,

but if before the autopsy,

if you could just come down,
take a look at the individual...

You're not gonna take her.

I have told you that
she has not been feeling well.

I promise it won't take long.

No.

Okay. Well, think about it.

Because I'm sure you'd like
to help us on this matter.

He was found on your property.

Sorry about all this.
Hope I didn't spoil your dinner.

Why didn't you tell me about this?

- We didn't want ...
- What, upset me?

- Krystle?
- Oh.

I think I can go upstairs by myself.

Fallon.

- Don't.
- This has gone on long enough.

Maybe you don't want to know
what's happening, but I do.

I'd like to know
what's happening myself.

- No, you don't. I'm taking you home.
- Ugh.

Why this man Hampton
in Los Angeles?

Why can't you take her
to Dr. Kirkland here in Denver?

Because it was Dr. Hampton
who treated Krystle after her fall.

And he's been giving her the scans
and he's an expert in these matters.

- What do you mean, "these matters"?
- Headaches.

Headaches? Daddy,
Krystle is having serious problems.

Fallon, you don't know
what is involved here.

No, I don't.
And if you don't want to tell me, okay.

But at least tell Krystle. She doesn't
know what's happening to her.

We'll all know about it soon enough.

- Daddy. It's just it's so... It's so cruel.
- Cruel?

Fallon, don't you think that I would
change places with her if I could?

Please don't talk to me about cruelty.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Uh, I'm sorry too.

I know you mean well and maybe there
is a better way to handle this,

but I just don't know what it is.

I don't know
what you're so wound up about.

There's nothing in it
that would interest them anyway.

- What?
- The police.

There's nothing in the diary
they'd care about.

- You mean, you read it?
- Yes.

Oh, Sammy Jo, what right do you have
to pry into somebody else's life?

- I had my reasons.
- Reasons? Why?

Ah, well, because I was worried
about my aunt.

Because I wanted to know
what happened.

- Sammy Jo, we specifically agreed...
- Oh, sh**t me, okay? I did it.

I also cheated on my eighth grade
English exam,

I steal ashtrays out of hotels

and I have been known to cross the
street when the sign says "Don't walk."

Not everyone is blessed
with your instinct for right and wrong.

Okay, all right.

What did it say?

Ah, oh, don't tell me
you want to know?

Well, I'm concerned
about Krystle too.

Krystle?

Krystle?

It was like being inside
of Krystle's head.

I mean, I could almost feel
the pressure and the fear.

Thank you.

It was a dream

and she was in the middle
of the ocean all alone.

It was dark
and there was a thunderstorm,

and the waves
were pounding against her.

I mean, inside her head.
It had to be the headaches.

And then she stared to sink.

She screamed
but no sound came out.

And suddenly a hand reached out
to her and she felt herself being lifted.

She wasn't afraid anymore.
It was Blake.

He was her lifeline. And he still is.

- This has gotta be tearing her up.
- What about Blake?

I mean, it's easy to comfort a child.

You hold them and tell them
everything's gonna be all right.

But a man like Blake?

What do you say
to someone like that?

- Krystle?
- Krystle?

You've been hiding things from me.

Hook a plane to Dayion, Ohio,
but I don't remember it.

And I've broken things in my house
and I don't remember that.

And now,
I might have seen a m*rder.

- Krystle.
- Oh, Jeff. Tell me what you know.

You were at the lake.
The police say I was there too.

What are you doing?

I'm letting Blake know you're here.

- Put it down.
- Krystle, it's getting late.

Put it down, Sammy Jo. I mean it.

Tell me what I've done.

I have a right to know. Wouldn't you
want to know if you were me?

Why don't you let me take you home?
Blake will be able to tell you

everything you need to know.

No, he won't.
He thinks he's protecting me.

You're right. It isn't fair.

It isn't.

We found this at the lake

right before we saw the body.

It's your diary.

Then I was there.

It looks like it.

So where do you wanna start?

Anywhere. Just tell me.

Why are you lying to me?

Krystle, I am not lying. I've just...

Concealed things.
Blake, what are you hiding from me?

Krystle, your headaches
could be caused by almost anything.

I'm not concerned
about my headaches.

Blake, I may have been involved
in a m*rder.

Nonsense.

I was there about the time
the body was found.

So were Sammy Jo and Jeff.
That doesn't prove a thing.

Somethings wrong.

Blake, what's wrong with me?

You're just upset, darling.

Don't protect me from this.

Two days of my life are missing.

Please, I can take anything
except not knowing.

Krystle, darling, you...

No. If I was involved
in that boy's death,

I want to know.

I wanna see the body.

Please.

All right. I'll call that detective.

- Morning, Dad.
- Morning, Adam.

I want to apologise again
for last night.

There was no excuse
for us carrying on like that.

Especially under the circumstances.

Well, I just wish that you and Fallon
would try to get along a little better.

We will.

I feel very bad for my part in it.

Are you all right?

Mm-hm, I'm all right.

You know, Adam, with Steven gone,
things are not gonna be easy.

- I know and I don't want you to worry.
- Heh.

Well, with everything happening
it's kind of hard for me

- to keep my mind on business.
- You shouldn't have to. I'm here.

I know what needs to be done.

I've told the Board
that it's business as usual.

Our refinery expansion
is on schedule.

- I've got some new budget proposals.
- Good, good.

Oh, there'll be a Dr. Hampton
calling from Los Angeles.

Would you tell him that we might be
a couple of hours late flying in?

Of course. Dad, the transition from
Steven to me will be no problem.

Well, we'll talk about that
when I get back.

Denver-Carrington should be
the last thing on your mind right now.

- Morning, Adam.
- How are you feeling?

I'm fine.

- Ready?
- If you are.

Thank you.

What do you want, Alexis?
I just got back to Denver.

No, I have not been cavorting
with your cousin Sable.

Mm-hm. What?

Alexis?

Alexis?

I hope your business connections
are better than this one.

You're fading.

Alexis, goodbye.

- Mother, you've changed.
- Heh.

- You're up early.
- Couldn't sleep.

Well, neither could your mother.
She just called from Africa.

Really?

Well, why don't you sit down
and, uh, help me save the company.

Hmm, much better.

Actually, now that I look at you,
there is a resemblance.

The only thing missing is one of those
nasty little dogs Mother loves so much.

Fallon.

Pull up a chair before your hormones
explode and tell me what's wrong.

Oh, God, Dex. I feel so useless.

- Ah, well, maybe you are.
- Oh, shut up.

Mother doesn't need my help,
Father doesn't want it.

Jeff's off playing house somewhere
with Goldilocks, and I'm nowhere.

Do something about it.

Like what?

Have you thought
of becoming a shepherd?

- I'm allergic to wool.
- Mm, well, then it is hopeless.

And then there's this cop.

Now, he's been investigating
the m*rder down at the lake.

He keeps calling,
asking these stupid questions.

Well, that's what cops do.

Yeah, I guess so. It's just, this cop...

Isn't asking the right questions.

You've been sitting
in Mother's chair too long.

I know what you need.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Um, a hot fudge sundae.

Oh, heh.

You think that's gonna solve
my problems?

Well, it'll at least get your mind
working in the right direction.

Right. And get my body going to fat
and my complexion to hell.

Oh, come on.
You don't want a hot fudge sundae?

Of course I do.

Let's go.

Heh, well, come on.

The body's been moved from the
storage units to an isolation room here.

We want to do everything we can
to make things easy for you.

We usually do the autopsies
within hours.

But with these guys, the John Does,
we try to wait for the next of kin.

We're in the top percent when it
comes to identifying missing persons.

Are you ready?

Yeah, go ahead.

What do you think?

- Take your time, Mrs. Carrington.
- No rush.

No, I've never seen him before.

No.

- Blake?
- Do you recognise him?

Mr. Carrington?

No. No.

- Think hard. Maybe it's somebody...
- Zorelli, he said he didn't.

He really seems
to be shaking you up, sir.

Come on, Krystle.

- Take another look, just to be sure.
- That's enough, Zorelli.